A little pill in the pocket.
My pill of happiness.
My darling, my numbness.
His words, his touch.
Like the pill of my pocket.
He is the pill of my pocket.
In my fist, around my wrist.
A grip, a trip, a cry, a prick.
A little pill in the pocket.
My pill of happiness.
My darling, my numbness.
His words, his touch.
Like the pill of my pocket.
He is the pill of my pocket.
In my fist, around my wrist.
A grip, a trip, a cry, a prick.
Reminds me of the song “My Happy Little Pill” by Troye Sivan
I hate that song.